the night's long and cold, and the music is loud and awful but she's there, and she's beautiful, and i wish i could drown inside of her. the oceans in her eyes are so blue i can't understand how they won't overflow down the scarlet red of her cheeks. she is a divinity and i can't help but feel my heart ache at the thought of her hair, bright and flaming like a burning conflagration, setting her on fire and reducing her to nothing but the poor ashes of her memory.

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S. & L.